Alone

Do you ever wish, you could live completely alone?

To sit in soulful silence day by day, living on the memories of what once was.

With each day spent in solitude, the past grows gleaming brighter.

Grudges fade, and in your mind you and others become the best of friends.

There is no one to judge your past, no one to tell you it didn't exist.

Time is yours, no one to waste it away.

Leave a kind memory and then live in beautiful solitude.

As memories shine the world becomes a kinder place.

Hatred slowly filtered out only the good times remain.

Unaware of feeling, you drift in and out of reality.

But what does it matter anymore? You're reality is what you make it now.

Ever so subtly memories filter into reality, repopulating the mind.

You have friends now.

No one is going to tell you they do not exist.

And still, through all your remembered friends you remain in peaceful bliss.

Who's to say this world is any less real than the one out there?

Cities are build and razed, kings and queens are over thrown.

Millenniums pass steadily through your vision.

Histories are created and generations are taught on the mistakes of the past.

You're past.

And sooner or later, you loose your grip and fall deeper than you've ever fallen before.

You spiral down through this world of yours and start to loose track of the deception.

You're reality becomes you're reality.

As realities before it, it starts to tarnish.

No longer with a creator you forget the past that lead to the past you now know.

But most definitely one day, you will remember.

A rustle in the trees, the way the leaves fall to the ground.

Something as simple as the smell of tea.

And you will remember what once was.

And the past will shine again.